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You gave your commands: “We’ll greet the locals later, set a course for the Fornax deposit”.
Lusil, the pilot, nodded and opened the comms to the other vehicles in the troop: “This is A641 setting route, bound east, 539 klicks. Sending coordinates, taking point. Safe clearance set 300 meters. Over”.
After a very brief period of responses, you saw parts of Lusil’s head implants light up as the engine spooled up. Soon enough, you start moving and the rest of the fleet fell in line to the designated formation. You felt the shake of the APC as you exited the mouth of the tunnel you had once been in and as the arcane machinery within the vehicle switched from hovering above smooth metal to the empty space within the main area surrounding the pillar.
As you were travelling in a straight line to the deposit, you marked your surroundings. The room, for lack of a better word, was cylindrical in shape. Although the cylinder was large enough that looking from the walls of the room it seemed completely flat at first, only starting to curve in the far distance. The clearance within confines of the walls is littered buildings that seem to be almost growing from the ceiling, floor, and walls sometimes surrounded by equally large monuments floating silently besides the skyscrapers. Further off, obscured by the atmosphere, you thought you could almost see the buildings move.
You grab another stick from the packet in your coat’s pocket and sit down at the folding chair attached to the inner wall of the APC behind the pilot’s seat. You look at the flight computer to see that you’re a bit less than a third of the way there, showing T -115 minutes until your arrival. You lit your smoke up, and the pleasant scent gives way to a nice buzz.
